Sep 2015
i want you always, laughing and smiling, stretching in my living room.
i want to be sharing a cigarette on the steps, your arm around me.
i want you breathless and giggling above me. i want your smell on my skin and your fingers in my hair. i want to hear the timbre of your voice in my sleep for the rest of my dreams. every moment with you is like a vacation (paradise) outside of myself. words are for the weak. we let our bodies speak for themselves. until this is over, i want, i want, i want.
you weren't the first and you won't be the last, but for now i am happy for you always pulling me closer and waking to the warmth of you under my sheets each rainy day we spend together.
i want to be sharing a cigarette on the steps, your arm around me.
i want you breathless and giggling above me. i want your smell on my skin and your fingers in my hair. i want to hear the timbre of your voice in my sleep for the rest of my dreams. every moment with you is like a vacation (paradise) outside of myself. words are for the weak. we let our bodies speak for themselves. until this is over, i want, i want, i want.
you weren't the first and you won't be the last, but for now i am happy for you always pulling me closer and waking to the warmth of you under my sheets each rainy day we spend together.
this is a rough sketch of a new poem I'm working on, mostly just the stream of consciousness he leaves me with. It's going to be a series comparing the beginning of us, the good times, the bad times, and the end. Hopefully, the chronicles will put some perspective behind my emotions.
